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Leah kicked in the door of the second to last stall, sending the bolt that locked it ricocheting off the dividing walls, and to her immense surprise her flying fist was caught by . . . air. Startled and confused, she almost fell forward onto a stricken Maicey.

“Oh my God, Leah, what are you doing?! You broke the lock right off the—!” The rest of Mai’s shocked sentence was muffled by Leah’s shirt as the second girl suddenly bear-hugged her.

“Mai, tell me where Avery went so I can beat—” Leah faltered as Mai suddenly pushed her away.

“I haven’t seen Avery since yesterday! What’s going on? What did I miss?”

“But I thought . . .” Leah trailed off in bewilderment.

Both girls stared at each other, alarmed, neither having the faintest idea what exactly had just transpired.

“If you weren’t talking to Avery,” Leah choked out, “then who were you just talking to right now?”

Mai’s cheeks turned a deep shade of crimson. “I, uh. . . .” She held up the dripping radioactive device in one hand.

“You dropped your cell phone in the toilet?”

“I know. My mom is going to kill me . . .”

“But who were you calling?”

Mai pocketed the useless phone and hesitantly rubbed the back of her neck. “I got kind of curious about . . .”—she gestured to some bathroom graffiti on the stall divider—“. . . and I decided to try calling the number while I waited for you,” she said sheepishly.

“Maybe you won’t die young after all, Virginia!” Leah grinned.

Mai rolled her eyes and groaned. “I really hate that song . . .”

“Well, what did he say to you that had you so fucking freaked out? I thought someone was going to die or something.”

“Don’t drop the F-bomb so casually!” Mai scolded in repugnance. “You said it so many times when you called me this morning I almost hung up on you in case my parents were in earshot.”

Leah rolled her eyes. “Well, it’s 11:30, and you’re here, aren’t you? Dude, everyone swears, quit being such a sissy.”

“Never! I can deal with your usual cussing, but can you at least try to not say the F-word around me? That vile word is like acid in my ears.”

“Oh, come on, there’s plenty worse than that.” Leah rattled off a couple from the top of her head.

“STOP!”

Smirking, Leah conceded. “Fine, fine, don’t get your panties in a bunch. Now are you gonna tell me what the guy on the other end of the line was saying to you, or are you going to lecture me on being prim and proper?”

Mai started to open her mouth to retort, but she thought better of it and recalled her previous conversation instead. “He said that he was seriously considering calling my parents and the police. He told me to get rid of the number on the wall and that if he ever received another prank call again, he would charge me with obstruction of justice and harassment, even if I wasn’t the caller. Had I known that was some FBI agent’s phone number, I would have never hit the ‘Call’ button.”

After hearing this, Leah was cracking up, leaving Mai frowning, ears burning with indignation.

“Stop laughing, it’s not funny! I might be in some serious trouble now! It’s bad enough my phone is fried; although at least they probably can’t trace it now . . .” Mai waited for Leah’s hysterics to calm down to a few lingering snickers. “Can you explain to me what’s so hilarious?”

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